I picture a really big funnel, open side up.
Above it are the numberless faces of the ancestors, fading upward into invisibility. Infinite in number and variety.
The pastor took a wrong step. I read about his accident in a yellowing El Paso Times blurb. The road was busy. He was a school master and retired pastor and was going home and then he was gone in the speed of a car. A screech, pain, blood and he was sent home to the God he followed throughout his life.